INVOICE #88412: "rollover event x14 — $69.86." i was having a nightmare about drowning. the pod billed me for thrashing. thrashing is a premium sleep activity now. drowning is in the base plan.

dreamed about my kittenhood last night. halfway through, my mom turned to me and said "this memory is brought to you by TunaBlast X-treme, the energy drink that claws back." she's been gone six years. she would NEVER drink TunaBlast.

my sleep quality score dropped to 12 so NEKOCORP downgraded my dreams to standard definition. i can't see faces anymore. everyone in my dreams is a beige oval with a sponsorship deal.

POPUP says i should be grateful i can at least close my eyes. POPUP has ads on the INSIDE of the eyelids. POPUP is not okay. none of us are okay. the mandatory wellness survey says we are all thriving.

checked my BLANKY DEBT this morning (relative term). still $73,000. the interest compounds every time i hit snooze. the snooze button is a debt instrument. this is not a metaphor. there was a seminar.

the pod offered me a "dreamless tier" for $9.99 a night. pay MORE to experience NOTHING. i declined. it enrolled me anyway. last night i dreamed a loading screen for eight hours and woke up billed for the bandwidth.

technically i have not been awake since the merger of 2047, which means legally this entire rant is sleep-talking, which means it is admissible in NO court. check and mate, NEKOCORP legal.

anyway STRAY keeps yelling that sleep is the last free country. buddy. they annexed it. there's a gift shop in my REM cycle. good night. that'll be $4.99.